Storm

Not all storms are tangible.

She
Took a moment
To close
Her eyes.

In that moment
She
Heard the rolling
Of the thunder,
The pattering
As the raindrops
Flung themselves
Against the earth,
The creaking of
Trees bracing
Themselves
Against the raging
Onslaught of both
Wind and water,
The approaching
Symphony of a
Wall of rain.

She
Could smell the
Rain kissed earth,
The clean fresh air
That accompanied
The cleansing of
The world.

She
Could feel the wind
Howling across
Her rain streaked cheeks.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.

Heartbeat.
Heartbeat.

Wind and lighting.
Thunder and rain.

She
Opened
Her
Eyes.

The sky was clear.
No storm for a
Hundred miles.

Except
For
One.

She
Smiled to herself.
"I am the Storm."

Brace yourself.